End of the Line

'Long about nineteen thirty-one,

My field boiled up in the boiling sun.

'Long about nineteen thirty-two,

Dust did rise and the dust it blew.

'Long about nineteen thirty-three,

Livin' in the dust was a killin' me.

'Long about nineteen thirty-four,

Dangburn dust it blew some more.

'Long about nineteen thirty-five,

Blowed my crops about nine miles high.

'Long about nineteen thirty-six,

Me and my wife in a devil of a fix.

'Long about nineteen thirty-nine

We fanned our tails for that Orgegon line.

We got a hold of a piece of land,

Thirteen miles from the Coulee dam.

Coulee dam is a sight to see,

Makes this e-lec-a-tric-i-tee

'Lectric lights is mighty fine,

If you're hooked on to the power line

There just ain't no country extra fine.

If you're just a mile from the end o' the line.

Milk my cows and turn my stone,

Till them Grand Coullee boys come along.

My eyes are crossed, my back's in a cramp,

Tryin' to read my bible by my coal-oil lamp.

No, there ain't no country worth a dime,

If I'm just a mile from the end o' the line.